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 When reading old British novels, I’m sometimes jealous of characters who receive “hampers“. The Little Princess got them, I know, as did James Herriot…. did Harry Potter ever get a hamper? Anybody? Last week, my Mom and sister sent me a queen-size package full of candy, clothes, music, toys, beauty samples, novelties, a [...] Back when I was young and ambitious, I read Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Now that I’m only semi-young and even less ambitious, I greatly prefer Small House of Uncle Thomas: Is it safe to say that everyone prefers Small House of Uncle Thomas? [...] When last we met, I was battling a stubborn earworm. Feeling stubborn myself, I spent eight long days humming those same four bars and racking my brain. What was that melody? Why did it feel so familiar? Eventually, I broke down and called Jean of The Reinvention Project. As I sang the melody to Jean, she sang along, piecing in the words. [...] As I was folding clothes at the laundromat last night, I heard a tune on the radio. It’s been stuck in my head ever since. Yep, an earworm. As I remember, it sounded like a love theme. The yearning, aching kind. The radio arrangement was string-heavy and quite pretty. It was familiar; either it’s part of [...] Today, a third grade boy paid me the compliment of a lifetime; he said, “You look like Willy Wonka… … ’s wife!” I was honored. What gave him the idea? My waistcoat and brown top hat? Perhaps his mother doesn’t dress that way. “If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything [...] Guess who gave her [mandatory] Senior Recital yesterday? It was me! MEEEEEEE! Ms. Rebekah R. Jaunty! It wasn’t the most fun I’ve ever had— I’m not a Singer, so performing publicly for thirty minutes was… ~cough cough~ ~AHEM~ challenging. Still, I survived. I could have skipped town or faked my own death, but [...] As I was walking last summer, I ran into an old church friend . We stood squinting in the desert sun and caught up on old times. She asked probing questions, and we philosophized together. As we parted ways, she said “My husband and I came to your last concert! The devil music!” My [...] Today’s feat of derring-do: I passed my [final] Final exam — possibly the last Final of my undergraduate degree. I’ve been college for centuries now, slogging through countless lectures, deadlines, research papers, outrageously overpriced textbooks, performances, meltdowns, and therapists…but the end is in sight. I feel a song coming on. Take it away, Motel [...] |
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